Road To Acceptance, chapter 2
Marcie stood up and packed her duffel bag with every possession she had in the room that was big enough for her to carry. She picked up her duffel and messenger bags along with her guitar and walked out of the home she was no longer welcome in. She put everything in the trunk of her car and drove off into the night.
After about twenty minutes of driving around town hoping to avoid her father, Marcie pulled into the parking lot of the local 7-11 and sat in the Cadillac. She watched as a fight broke out in front of the store between two gangs of kids and picked up her cell phone from the passenger seat. She opened it and dialled a number. As the static ringing played through the ear piece, Marcie held the phone to her ear waiting for an answer. Tears were starting to well up. If this phone call wasn't received or the conversation didn't go according to plan, then Marcie was well and truly screwed.
"Hello?" came a voice, "God Marcie, I thought you weren't allowed to use the phone at this time."
Marcie tried to stifle a few tears, "Blue...I'm going to California...if the offer's still open with you... "
"Of course it's still open!" Brittany said then heard Marcie sniffle, "Where are you?" There was no response. "Marcie tell me where the fuck you are!"
"The 7-11...parking lot." Marcie replied, hung up and cried over the steering wheel. Then, she looked in her hand, at a shard of glass.
Brittany rounded up Eileen and Yas, then they walked down to the 7-11 looking for Marcie's Cadillac. Once they reached the parking lot Brittany had to go and get something for her mom and went into the store past the fight that was still going on. Brittany couldn't help but shout encouragement to whoever was winning the fight then walked into the store alone.
Yas and Eileen saw Marcie sitting on the hood of the red Cadillac. Yas and Eileen walked over to Marcie and saw her slashing her arm with the glass she held tightly in her hand. Yas sat on the hood of the car behind her best friend then put her arms around her waist. Marcie tilted her head back so it rested on Yas' shoulder. Marcie closed her eyes and her chest heaved as several sobs erupted at once. Eileen had to prise Marcie's fingers apart so she could retrieve the glass from Marcie in case she done herself anymore damage. Eileen wiped the glass clean of blood then threw it into what seemed the distance. Marcie's arms wrapped themselves around Eileen's waist then she pulled herself forward so all three girls were all holding each other.
Brittany came skipping out of the store holding a paper grocery bag. She walked over to one of the guys that had been knocked out in the fight and stood on his chest. Brittany pouted her lips to the side and raised one eyebrow. From standing on the guys chest she poked his face with her shoe.
"I think this guy's dead," she said out loud even though no one was probably paying attention, "EW!" she shrieked before kicking him lightly with her shoe and letting a childish giggle escape her.
Finally leaving her "new friend" on the floor she returned to Yas, Eileen and Marcie. She cocked her head and pouted. Then she placed the grocery bag on the hood of the car and scratched around in it. Looking to the left of her she saw her two friends still comforting Marcie. She smiled then found what she wanted from the bag.
"Oh yeah man!" she cheered, "We can have a gang bang on the backseat... Look," she said then held out her prize, Marcie, Yas and Eileen all looked at Brittany, "I brought the condoms... now let's divide and multiply." she said with a wink.
Marcie, Yas and Eileen all burst into laughter at Brittany's comment as they all got into the Cadillac. Brittany sat in the front with Marcie whilst Eileen and Yas were in the back. Yas cradled Marcie's guitar in her arms careful not to break her friend's prized possession. Marcie turned over the engine, revved it up a little then put the car into gear and released the handbrake.
The drive to Brittany's house was filled with laughter at Brittany cracking jokes about the "million and one" uses of condoms. This included: washing up gloves, a hat, a fishing net, a hair net and a pair of socks. Marcie's left forearm still stung from the cutting she had done earlier, especially when she changed gear. She didn't say anything though, she didn't want any fuss over her.
Marcie pulled into Brittany's driveway and turned the engine off. Everyone unbuckled their belts and got out of the vehicle. Yas, Eileen and Brittany all helped with Marcie's bags even though she insisted that she didn't want help. Brittany opened the front door and all four girls were hit with the smell of camomile and lemon. Then came the sound of sitars and finger symbols. Brittany led the others in the hallway of the house and closed the front door.
"Mom!" Brittany shouted, "Where are you?"
All of a sudden a woman in her late thirties came out from the living room and spun around gingerly. She was wearing a red and yellow full length gypsy skirt, a tie-dye vest and a yellow silk scarf tied round her head. On her thumb and fingers of her hands were the finger symbols. Her hair was light brown and curly, very curly. Her blue eyes were behind thick yellow rimmed glasses. She swayed from side to side slightly clanging her symbols.
"Hey Heather." Yas greeted her best friend's mother.
Marcie and Eileen choked back laughs as Brittany hung her head in shame of Yas' greeting and in anticipation of her mother's response. Brittany put her head in her hands and looked up through her fingers.
"Dear. Heather is gone. I am Sunshine!" she exclaimed Brittany cringed with embarrassment, "Full of positivity and enlightenment. Bringing joy and happiness... " she said then paused to clang her symbols, "To the world"
Brittany leaned in toward Marcie, "In other words, Mom isn't getting any even though she's a sex therapist." she whispered
"Bluebell, don't think I didn't hear that. My child, why is your mind so ridden with sexual perversity? Are you scared or insecure with sexual issues? My poor love child...have some pot." Sunshine said pulling a bag of pot from her skirt and offering it to her daughter.
"Mother,3 I'm getting plenty of sex thank you, no I am not insecure about it and yes I will have some pot." she replied then shooed her giggling friends up the stairs.
A while later, when Yas and Eileen had both gone home, Marcie was sitting in Brittany's bedroom whilst Brittany was in the bathroom. Marcie began to think about her mother. What did she look like? Did Marcie look like her mother in any way? Did her mother even think about her? Marcie went over the names her father had mentioned in the enraged outcry... Adrienne Nesser... a man her father only called "Armstrong". Who were they?
Marcie looked down at the cut she had made on her left forearm. The blood had dried and darkened, the curved line attracted her eyes. Marcie went to stand by the window and gazed at the midnight stars cradling her left arm. The bedroom door opened and closed a few seconds later. Marcie didn't even bother to turn around. Tears were starting to build up in her dark blue eyes.
"Mom's still going on about how the world would be a better place if condoms came on more flavours and if ice cream was a form of contraception. I personally think that my pussy would freeze up along with my cum and piss" Brittany commented with a soft laugh then noticed Marcie hadn't moved from her spot, "Marcie? Is everything alright? 'Course it's not, your old man chucked you out." Brittany said looking down to the floor.
"He told me about my mom," Marcie said calmly and turned around, "He knew the whole time and didn't think to fucking tell me!" she said raising her voice, "Just spent his time beating the fucking shit out of me."
Brittany's jaw dropped, "I don't think I've ever heard you swear like that before. Normally you use it casually...you've never meant it."
"Blue I know that...but...oh I don't know...I'm scared. What if she doesn't want me Blue? She must have known that I'd want to look for her in time when she left me and Dad." Marcie said then looked down at her hands, "He said I'm exactly the same as her...abandoning him for California."
"What did he tell you about your mom? Her name? Where she is? Marcie if you have a chance of finding her then you should take it. I'll be here for you if you need me... the whole way"
"Well dad told me he was engaged to mom and they were together for about a year, Then before they could get married and when I was a month old she left Minnesota for a guy in California. Her name is... um... Adrienne Nesser or something like that. She left Dad for this guy that Dad only called Armstrong" Marcie explained letting her hands shake.
When Marcie mentioned the name Adrienne Nesser, Brittany's eyes widened. She opened her lap top, laid on the bed and signed onto the internet then looked up the name 'Adrienne Nesser'. After a few seconds her eyes widened even further.
"Holy fuck!" she whispered as she read the information then she saw Marcie's father's name, "Holy mother of fuck, Marciella! Your mom's gorgeous and your step dad's...your stepfather's Billie Joe Armstrong." Brittany said.
"No!" Marcie exclaimed, "You're shitting me! Show me the screen." she demanded.
Brittany let Marcie lay on the bed to look at the laptop screen. Marcie read every detail on the screen. People on the internet knew more about her mother than she did. Just then Brittany clicked on an external link and three seconds later right before her eyes lay a picture of Marcie's mother. Marcie gasped covering her mouth and sat up. Her entire body began to shake as hot saltwater tears glazed over her eyes. Brittany sat up next to Marcie and put an arm around her shoulders.
"That's my mom." Marcie said shakily.
Brittany smiled, "Yeah...no wonder I want to bang you so much... your mom's gorgeous," Brittany said causing Marcie to laugh slightly, "We'd better get some sleep, school's tomorrow."
Marcie got up off of the bed and walked over to the other side of the room where the guest bed was. She changed into her night clothes and got into bed. Brittany did the same turning the main light in the room off. Both girls lay down in their beds. They both said goodnight to each other then fell into a sleep.
The next morning Marcie and Brittany went off to school and sat in the courtyard of the school waiting for the day to begin. Yas and Eileen hadn't turned up yet and Marcie wanted to tell them about finding her mom. Eileen was the first out of the two to arrive. She was wearing black parachute pants and a plain white vest with the strap of her bag across her chest. She walked over to Marcie and Brittany then sat down on the bench next to them.
"Everything alright Eileen?" Marcie asked, Eileen nodded silently, "Come on, don't lie to us."
"Lynn's out the front of the school." Eileen confessed, Marcie and Brittany looked at each other and sighed looking away from each other.
Lynn was the senior bully of the school. She terrorised everyone but mainly those that dared to be different. That mainly being Eileen since seventh grade. Just because Eileen was blonde people tried to stereotype her into being a prep when in all truth she despised preps and jocks. Lynn was one of the most popular girls in school, she had her "entourage" of airheads and men that wouldn't know their ass from their elbow. Lynn didn't bother with Marcie and Brittany usually just because they answered back and she plain ignored Yas.
Marcie and Brittany went off to the front of the school with Eileen to wait for Yas. Yas usually got a ride in from her mom so they knew what to look for. They all stood on the other side of the gat from Lynn and her "followers". Lynn noticed them and a couple of her goon shouted comments at Eileen calling her a fake and everything along those lines. Marcie told Eileen to forget about them but knew how much Eileen wanted to run away. Eventually Yas' mom pulled up in her Chevy Cortina and the raven haired Yas stepped out of the car. As soon as Yas' mom drove off the shouting started.
"Aww, look," Lynn shouted, "All the rejects together." That got a chorus of fake laughs.
After about twenty minutes of driving around town hoping to avoid her father, Marcie pulled into the parking lot of the local 7-11 and sat in the Cadillac. She watched as a fight broke out in front of the store between two gangs of kids and picked up her cell phone from the passenger seat. She opened it and dialled a number. As the static ringing played through the ear piece, Marcie held the phone to her ear waiting for an answer. Tears were starting to well up. If this phone call wasn't received or the conversation didn't go according to plan, then Marcie was well and truly screwed.
"Hello?" came a voice, "God Marcie, I thought you weren't allowed to use the phone at this time."
Marcie tried to stifle a few tears, "Blue...I'm going to California...if the offer's still open with you... "
"Of course it's still open!" Brittany said then heard Marcie sniffle, "Where are you?" There was no response. "Marcie tell me where the fuck you are!"
"The 7-11...parking lot." Marcie replied, hung up and cried over the steering wheel. Then, she looked in her hand, at a shard of glass.
Brittany rounded up Eileen and Yas, then they walked down to the 7-11 looking for Marcie's Cadillac. Once they reached the parking lot Brittany had to go and get something for her mom and went into the store past the fight that was still going on. Brittany couldn't help but shout encouragement to whoever was winning the fight then walked into the store alone.
Yas and Eileen saw Marcie sitting on the hood of the red Cadillac. Yas and Eileen walked over to Marcie and saw her slashing her arm with the glass she held tightly in her hand. Yas sat on the hood of the car behind her best friend then put her arms around her waist. Marcie tilted her head back so it rested on Yas' shoulder. Marcie closed her eyes and her chest heaved as several sobs erupted at once. Eileen had to prise Marcie's fingers apart so she could retrieve the glass from Marcie in case she done herself anymore damage. Eileen wiped the glass clean of blood then threw it into what seemed the distance. Marcie's arms wrapped themselves around Eileen's waist then she pulled herself forward so all three girls were all holding each other.
Brittany came skipping out of the store holding a paper grocery bag. She walked over to one of the guys that had been knocked out in the fight and stood on his chest. Brittany pouted her lips to the side and raised one eyebrow. From standing on the guys chest she poked his face with her shoe.
"I think this guy's dead," she said out loud even though no one was probably paying attention, "EW!" she shrieked before kicking him lightly with her shoe and letting a childish giggle escape her.
Finally leaving her "new friend" on the floor she returned to Yas, Eileen and Marcie. She cocked her head and pouted. Then she placed the grocery bag on the hood of the car and scratched around in it. Looking to the left of her she saw her two friends still comforting Marcie. She smiled then found what she wanted from the bag.
"Oh yeah man!" she cheered, "We can have a gang bang on the backseat... Look," she said then held out her prize, Marcie, Yas and Eileen all looked at Brittany, "I brought the condoms... now let's divide and multiply." she said with a wink.
Marcie, Yas and Eileen all burst into laughter at Brittany's comment as they all got into the Cadillac. Brittany sat in the front with Marcie whilst Eileen and Yas were in the back. Yas cradled Marcie's guitar in her arms careful not to break her friend's prized possession. Marcie turned over the engine, revved it up a little then put the car into gear and released the handbrake.
The drive to Brittany's house was filled with laughter at Brittany cracking jokes about the "million and one" uses of condoms. This included: washing up gloves, a hat, a fishing net, a hair net and a pair of socks. Marcie's left forearm still stung from the cutting she had done earlier, especially when she changed gear. She didn't say anything though, she didn't want any fuss over her.
Marcie pulled into Brittany's driveway and turned the engine off. Everyone unbuckled their belts and got out of the vehicle. Yas, Eileen and Brittany all helped with Marcie's bags even though she insisted that she didn't want help. Brittany opened the front door and all four girls were hit with the smell of camomile and lemon. Then came the sound of sitars and finger symbols. Brittany led the others in the hallway of the house and closed the front door.
"Mom!" Brittany shouted, "Where are you?"
All of a sudden a woman in her late thirties came out from the living room and spun around gingerly. She was wearing a red and yellow full length gypsy skirt, a tie-dye vest and a yellow silk scarf tied round her head. On her thumb and fingers of her hands were the finger symbols. Her hair was light brown and curly, very curly. Her blue eyes were behind thick yellow rimmed glasses. She swayed from side to side slightly clanging her symbols.
"Hey Heather." Yas greeted her best friend's mother.
Marcie and Eileen choked back laughs as Brittany hung her head in shame of Yas' greeting and in anticipation of her mother's response. Brittany put her head in her hands and looked up through her fingers.
"Dear. Heather is gone. I am Sunshine!" she exclaimed Brittany cringed with embarrassment, "Full of positivity and enlightenment. Bringing joy and happiness... " she said then paused to clang her symbols, "To the world"
Brittany leaned in toward Marcie, "In other words, Mom isn't getting any even though she's a sex therapist." she whispered
"Bluebell, don't think I didn't hear that. My child, why is your mind so ridden with sexual perversity? Are you scared or insecure with sexual issues? My poor love child...have some pot." Sunshine said pulling a bag of pot from her skirt and offering it to her daughter.
"Mother,3 I'm getting plenty of sex thank you, no I am not insecure about it and yes I will have some pot." she replied then shooed her giggling friends up the stairs.
A while later, when Yas and Eileen had both gone home, Marcie was sitting in Brittany's bedroom whilst Brittany was in the bathroom. Marcie began to think about her mother. What did she look like? Did Marcie look like her mother in any way? Did her mother even think about her? Marcie went over the names her father had mentioned in the enraged outcry... Adrienne Nesser... a man her father only called "Armstrong". Who were they?
Marcie looked down at the cut she had made on her left forearm. The blood had dried and darkened, the curved line attracted her eyes. Marcie went to stand by the window and gazed at the midnight stars cradling her left arm. The bedroom door opened and closed a few seconds later. Marcie didn't even bother to turn around. Tears were starting to build up in her dark blue eyes.
"Mom's still going on about how the world would be a better place if condoms came on more flavours and if ice cream was a form of contraception. I personally think that my pussy would freeze up along with my cum and piss" Brittany commented with a soft laugh then noticed Marcie hadn't moved from her spot, "Marcie? Is everything alright? 'Course it's not, your old man chucked you out." Brittany said looking down to the floor.
"He told me about my mom," Marcie said calmly and turned around, "He knew the whole time and didn't think to fucking tell me!" she said raising her voice, "Just spent his time beating the fucking shit out of me."
Brittany's jaw dropped, "I don't think I've ever heard you swear like that before. Normally you use it casually...you've never meant it."
"Blue I know that...but...oh I don't know...I'm scared. What if she doesn't want me Blue? She must have known that I'd want to look for her in time when she left me and Dad." Marcie said then looked down at her hands, "He said I'm exactly the same as her...abandoning him for California."
"What did he tell you about your mom? Her name? Where she is? Marcie if you have a chance of finding her then you should take it. I'll be here for you if you need me... the whole way"
"Well dad told me he was engaged to mom and they were together for about a year, Then before they could get married and when I was a month old she left Minnesota for a guy in California. Her name is... um... Adrienne Nesser or something like that. She left Dad for this guy that Dad only called Armstrong" Marcie explained letting her hands shake.
When Marcie mentioned the name Adrienne Nesser, Brittany's eyes widened. She opened her lap top, laid on the bed and signed onto the internet then looked up the name 'Adrienne Nesser'. After a few seconds her eyes widened even further.
"Holy fuck!" she whispered as she read the information then she saw Marcie's father's name, "Holy mother of fuck, Marciella! Your mom's gorgeous and your step dad's...your stepfather's Billie Joe Armstrong." Brittany said.
"No!" Marcie exclaimed, "You're shitting me! Show me the screen." she demanded.
Brittany let Marcie lay on the bed to look at the laptop screen. Marcie read every detail on the screen. People on the internet knew more about her mother than she did. Just then Brittany clicked on an external link and three seconds later right before her eyes lay a picture of Marcie's mother. Marcie gasped covering her mouth and sat up. Her entire body began to shake as hot saltwater tears glazed over her eyes. Brittany sat up next to Marcie and put an arm around her shoulders.
"That's my mom." Marcie said shakily.
Brittany smiled, "Yeah...no wonder I want to bang you so much... your mom's gorgeous," Brittany said causing Marcie to laugh slightly, "We'd better get some sleep, school's tomorrow."
Marcie got up off of the bed and walked over to the other side of the room where the guest bed was. She changed into her night clothes and got into bed. Brittany did the same turning the main light in the room off. Both girls lay down in their beds. They both said goodnight to each other then fell into a sleep.
The next morning Marcie and Brittany went off to school and sat in the courtyard of the school waiting for the day to begin. Yas and Eileen hadn't turned up yet and Marcie wanted to tell them about finding her mom. Eileen was the first out of the two to arrive. She was wearing black parachute pants and a plain white vest with the strap of her bag across her chest. She walked over to Marcie and Brittany then sat down on the bench next to them.
"Everything alright Eileen?" Marcie asked, Eileen nodded silently, "Come on, don't lie to us."
"Lynn's out the front of the school." Eileen confessed, Marcie and Brittany looked at each other and sighed looking away from each other.
Lynn was the senior bully of the school. She terrorised everyone but mainly those that dared to be different. That mainly being Eileen since seventh grade. Just because Eileen was blonde people tried to stereotype her into being a prep when in all truth she despised preps and jocks. Lynn was one of the most popular girls in school, she had her "entourage" of airheads and men that wouldn't know their ass from their elbow. Lynn didn't bother with Marcie and Brittany usually just because they answered back and she plain ignored Yas.
Marcie and Brittany went off to the front of the school with Eileen to wait for Yas. Yas usually got a ride in from her mom so they knew what to look for. They all stood on the other side of the gat from Lynn and her "followers". Lynn noticed them and a couple of her goon shouted comments at Eileen calling her a fake and everything along those lines. Marcie told Eileen to forget about them but knew how much Eileen wanted to run away. Eventually Yas' mom pulled up in her Chevy Cortina and the raven haired Yas stepped out of the car. As soon as Yas' mom drove off the shouting started.
"Aww, look," Lynn shouted, "All the rejects together." That got a chorus of fake laughs.
